Chapter 86: Who is Superior?

The two streams of sword light formed a stunningly beautiful Sword River.

One of the lights was majestic. The other was cold and dazzling, as well as fleeting.

Both sword lights were frighteningly powerful but very different.

If one would describe Cheng Fang's Sword River as a colossal giant, capable of overpowering anything in the world, then Dao Wei's sword light was akin to an omnipresent assassin, lurking in the void like a King of Death.

A colossal giant had the ability to overpower the world. As an assassin and the King of Death, was there any need for him to compete with him? It was naturally hopeless.

Swish!

The fleeting sword light resurfaced once again, bypassing the long and splendid stream of Cheng Fang's Sword Stream and appearing in front of her. Before he could even react, the sword light swept over his wrist.

Blood splattered and the Heaven-kill Sword fell on the ground.

Dao Wei was already in front of Cheng Fang, the dark Sword in his hand pointing at his throat, stopping less than half a centimeter away from his skin. It was so close that he shivered from the coldness of the steel, his arrogant face finally turning pale for the first time.

Time seemed to have come to a standstill.

Everyone stared at the scene unfolding in the arena in disbelief.

"H-Has he really defeated him?"

"Cheng Fang lost!"

"Oh my God!"

A thundering uproar swept the arena as everyone exclaimed loudly.

Over on the grandstand…

"Impossible!" Chu Yafei was the first on his feet. He had been so confident in his disciple's victory. Changing expressions fleeted across his face.

"How could it be?" Zhang Ruolan was completely stunned. He could not believe what had just happened.

"Cheng Fang, who uses the Endless Stream Sword Art was defeated." The famous experts in the grandstand exchanged looks. They could see their shock reflected in each other's eyes.

Earlier, they had all thought Cheng Fang would win. There was no suspense in the confrontation, but the result was a slap in their faces.

"Formless Bloom Sword Art! The Evil Star used Formless Bloom Sword Art!" The Second Elder's eyes brightened.

"Formless Bloom Sword Art?" Everyone turned to him.

"That's the supreme Sword Art of our Sword God Sect. Only the Previous Masters were qualified to understand it and only three Sword God Sect Masters have truly comprehended it. I didn't think this boy would be able to comprehend it. That Old man must have taught him." The Second Elder said excitedly. "It must be the old man that taught him."

It was no wonder he was so excited. After all, Formless Bloom Sword Art was so advanced that it was incredible for anyone to be able to comprehend it.

"What Sword Art? Is it even comparable to the Ancient Tiangu Sword Sect's Formless Stream Sword Art?" asked Chu Yafei, his expression turning cold.

"Chu Yafei, you're being ignorant about this. Even if your Tiangu Sect's Endless Sword Art is great, it doesn't mean there are only a few Sword Arts that can rival it. Take the Formless Bloom Sword Art as an example. It's more powerful than the Endless Stream Sword Art." Jiang Feng sneered, staring at Chu Yafei. "If you haven't heard of the Formless Bloom Sword Art, I'm sure you know it as the Void Creation Sword Art."

"Void Creation Sword Art? The best Sword Art in the world, Void Creation Sword Art?" Chu Yafei was startled. "You're saying what the little demon demonstrated was the Void Creation Sword Art?"

"That's right." The corners of Jiang Feng's mouth lifted and he nodded. "The famous Void Creation Sword Art contains countless different movements. The terrifying ones are the upper four, but they have been long lost. The middle three are rare and valuable. They're hard to get even if a sect is willing to pay a hefty price."

"The first three movements of the Void Creation Sword Art are more common. Even a second-rate power, much weaker than any sect, could get their hands on them as long as they're willing to pay."

"As far as I know, the first Sword God Sect Master, 1000 years ago, paid a heavy price for the first three movements, which make up the Autumn Bloom Sword Art!"

"The one Dao Wei used was the First Move of the Void Creation Sword Art, Spring Shadow!"

"Spring Shadow?"

Everyone could not help recalling the move Dao Wei had demonstrated in the arena.

The sword moved like a ghost, and when the Sword Edge fell there was a flicker of red and orange. It was like a colorful shadow, thus the technique was named Spring Shadow.

"It's a terrifying technique." The famous experts in the grandstand were all amazed.

"Elder Chu Yafei, your disciple lost this battle!" Lu Shen said.

Chu Yafei's expression turned steely.

Lost!

He really lost the battle.

On the arena, Dao Wei's Dark Sword remained near Cheng Fang's neck. If he moved his palm even just slightly closer, he could kill him at once.

"Evil Star, are you happy now? If you're still not satisfied, just kill me directly." Cheng Fang was smiling but it was an incredibly tragic smile.

Dao Wei looked at him momentarily without speaking before putting down his dark Sword. He bent over to pick up the discarded sword on the ground and stroked the metal slowly.

"Heaven-kill Sword."

There was a hint of surprise in Cheng Fang's eyes when he saw him pick up the Heaven-kill Sword. When he raised his head to look at him, cold words resounded in his ears.

"A few moments ago, I told you the Sword Kings have no place for losers. It'll always belong to the strong. Don't even dream about getting a piece of it!"

"I'll kill you if you try to even dream of it."

"You only have yourself to blame for what happened today!" Dao Wei smiled.

"Myself to blame?" A stunned Cheng Fang had become a little whiter when he heard this. His smile was self-deprecating and his eyes were wet.

Just then…

"You only have yourself to blame? That's a fine phrase."

A majestic, booming voice reverberated throughout the arena unexpectedly. Everyone turned and finally noticed the cold-faced young man by Chu Yafei's side.

The young man carried a Long Sword and had always stood quietly beside Chu Yafei. He had not spoken since the beginning, but his brows were now uplifted. In two quick steps, he came up to the arena and his voice echoed in the air.

"I'm Ye Hoa of the Silver Peak. Do you dare to fight me?"